To My Little Child Self,

First off, I owe enormous amounts of gratitude for your hours spent kissed by the sun and transforming your brilliant imagination into tangible reality in the mounds of dirt by the forest. I thank you for the times you arrived home caked in layers of mud even when your mother specifically told you to keep clean. I thank you for the bruises and scars carved into my knees from the multiple bike crashes while cruising down the sloped roads. Thank you for enjoying your imagination steering you in a land where the idea of growing up was unknown, even if it was only a fantasy. The very memory of you keeps me grounded and reveals my childish sparks on the dullest of days.

I have to say, growing up sucks! Everyday is a glaring mission, in which I am required to accomplish extensive goals by the day. It's strenuous to remain content, but I when I cherish the memories you gave me, for a few quiet moments, I remind myself that I can and will outlive the chaotic storm. You remind me that even after the bolts of lightening, the clashes of thunder, the angry flood, there is calm. A light pierces the mighty clouds above us symbolic of our power.

Let me remind you, growing up as a teenager in a pressuring environment is the greatest obstacle between the transition to adulthood. When people command you to grow up faster, you look them in the eye and deny. Your innocence and joy is pure bliss, so preserve it like an heirloom. Don't let go. Your time begins...now.

From,

15 Year Old You (who is still exploring her boundaries)